Pain

I stare at the knife,

As it calls my name,

Promising me,

Such sweet pain.

Oh, but a slice,

To relinquish me.

From the forgotten,

And nothing that bleeds.

Oh, the colour red,

Is what tucks me in bed.

At night, keeps me warm,

This torture and harm.

Pain!

Beautiful. Lovely.

Pain!

Hideous. Ugly.

I pick up the lighter,

And cigarette.

Not to breathe deep,

But to make me forget.

Burn after burn,

What’s another scar?

Ashes and ambers,

That’s all memories are.

Oh, the colour red,

Is what goes through my head.

Goodbye, to all who morn.

This torture and harm.

Pain!

Beautiful. Lovely.

Pain!

Hideous. Ugly.

I stare at the bullet,

And empty gun…